Chapter Thirteen
Jeannie
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
That didn’t go at all how I expected. Instead of affirming my suspicion that Noah was just a pretty face, he blew me away with the most romantic date I’d ever been on.
He opened up to me about his parents and his awful childhood and fuck, I really liked him too.
Now, instead of getting everyone on the same page for a one-shot menage, which would have been difficult for sure, I had to somehow convince the Mercer brothers into not just a casual, emotionless threesome, but a real three-way relationship. They were never going to go for it.
What the hell was I going to do?
My phone buzzed—Noah messaging me his number.
I took a breath and found Nick’s number. I wasn’t hiding from this. I wasn’t going to date them both without their knowledge, that wasn’t my style. And certainly wasn’t going to give up on my desire to have them both. I sent Nick a text asking to meet me tomorrow at my place. He agreed. Great. Now all I had to do was figure out how to convince two brothers to share me.
As soon as I got off the subway I called Cass.
She answered on the first ring. “So, how was it?”
“Wonderful! Noah’s sweet and sensitive and so romantic,” I said, rounding the corner to my street.
“Really? He comes off so cocky and kinda angry.”
“I know! Neither are what I expected. I was certain I’d dislike them both, which I didn’t mind cause they’re still hot as fuck. I thought it was going to be a one-off kind of thing. But, now that I’ve gotten to know them a little, I’m starting to think I want to date them both.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I wish I were.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
“The only thing I can do,” I said and took the steps to the brownstone two at a time. “Lay it all on the table and see what happens. They’re coming over tomorrow. Hi, Lucifer,” I said, bending to pet him.
“Jesus, Jeannie. You are one boss-ass-bitch.”
Cass and I talked for a bit longer about work and when I hung up I didn’t feel any better about tomorrow. It loomed over me like a storm cloud.
I needed to clear my head. “Wanna go for a walk, Lucifer?” His ears pricked at the question. “Come on, silly boy. Let’s go.” We circled the block twice before I remembered someone else had done this, pretty publicly I might add, before me. I just didn’t know her personally. The Upper East Side was a fairly tight-knit community, so I was certain to know someone who did. I sent a mass text to everyone I knew here, asking if they had Abby Snow’s number.
Abby and her sister Alicia were Upper East Side royalty. They showed up at all the important parties, had a powerful father and had conquered the business world. But Abby was infamous for a different reason. A few years ago Page Six the tabloid magazine caught her with two guys at the Opera Ball. If anyone knew how to deal with my situation, it was Abby Snow.
As soon as I got back to the Brownstone with Lucifer, someone texted me her number. I called her that instant.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Abby, this is Jeannie Kingston, you don’t know me but...”
“I know who you are. You’re Frank and Alice’s daughter. What can I do for you?’
Huh. I guess New York royalty really did know everyone in their kingdom. “Um, right. Well, here’s the thing.” I explained everything to her, sparing no detail.
Abby was quiet for quite some time. “It’s not an easy life, the one your choosing. But it can be done. I’m proof of that.”
“Right. That’s why I called you. But how do I get them on the same page? How do I tell them this is what I want and not have them run away screaming and thinking I’m crazy?”
Abby sighed. “My husbands and I weren’t in your situation. They already knew they liked to share when they approached me, so I don’t have any firsthand advice to give you.”
I deflated. I was really counting on her having some kind of nugget of wisdom I could hold onto.
“However, I will say, all people respond to genuine authenticity. Tell your men what you’ve told me. Tell them just the way you told me, too. It’s quite a tale and it’s your best shot at a positive result.”
I nodded. It made sense. I couldn’t worry about trying to win them over or persuade them into it. I could only tell them what I felt and hope they felt the same.
“I admire your bravery, Jeannie. Do let me know how everything goes.”
“Thank you, Abbey. I might. If it goes well. If it doesn’t, well, I might just move to another planet.” I ended the call, still worried, still unsure I could actually handle the pain of a horrible outcome, but certain I could at least tell them how I felt.